Reborn Harry Potter

..Chapter 119 Soul fragments die!

At noon, Harry opened the Marauder's Map and saw that Quirrell was at the end of the fourth floor.

Harry guessed that Quirrell should have entered the last room long ago, and he probably spent this morning in front of the magic mirror, scratching his head and scratching his head, helpless.

Originally, Harry didn't plan to talk to Voldemort, because this was the only chance to trick Dumbledore into stealing the Philosopher's Stone. This was Voldemort's only chance. Once Dumbledore returned, with his shrewdness, he would be sure that Quirrell Something went wrong.

Therefore, whether Voldemort succeeds or not, he must escape from the academy before Dumbledore returns.

So Harry only needs to wait for Voldemort to escape by himself, so that the college will be clean, there will be no hidden bombs, and Harry will not have to worry about Voldemort's moth.

But if you just let him run away safely, it seems a little uncomfortable.

I have spent a year paying attention to him, and let him go like this, who will pay for the mental loss.

As the biggest beneficiary of the Sorcerer's Stone, I always feel that it is better to say hello to Voldemort. He has worked so hard to squat in Hogwarts for a year. Counseling and being bullied and ridiculed by students is enough to lurk in the sad process.

Harry quietly sneaked into the fourth floor.

All the way unimpeded, all levels were destroyed by Voldemort.

The old devil planted a tree, and Harry took the shade.

When Harry reached the last door, he stopped abruptly. Although he couldn't see anything in front of him, he felt that there was someone in front of him.

That kind of breath is no different from seeing a person with your own eyes, it's just another way of perception.

With his powerful soul, Harry sensed this man immediately.

And what its special soul traits feel is a surging fire element, permeating the air.

This feeling is not unfamiliar to Harry, because he has seen it many times in Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was born with a strong affinity for the fire element, but unfortunately, like Hermione, he knew nothing about the existence of the element and could not feel the slightest bit.

Harry waved his hand into the air in greeting.

After a while, Dumbledore's figure slowly emerged like a wave of water.

His eyes were surprised.

I don't understand how I was discovered. Could it be that the perfume I sprayed today was exposed?

But he preferred to believe that it was something special about Harry...

He made a silent motion.

Harry wondered, Dumbledore didn't seem to want him to leave, which was strange.

Since Lao Deng is back and still staying here, he should know who the man in the room who is still narcissistic looking in the mirror is.

How could you not let yourself go.

But since Dumbledore didn't say anything and Harry didn't leave, he wanted to see Voldemort.

With the intention of giving him a knife if he can, now that Dumbledore is prepared, Voldemort's end will not be good.

I didn't expect that Old Deng would come back so early, and Voldemort didn't know anything about it, so he naively thought that Dumbledore was being played around by him.

Harry is going to be a melon-eating crowd.

……

Two voices came to my ears intermittently, one was urgent and the other was hoarse.

"...Master...now..."

"...Old fox...Damn...Time...It's late...How to..."

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There was another period of silence, and it was estimated that a new round of attempts had begun.

Dumbledore squeezed his long wand tightly.

Harry knew the old man was going to make a move.

The door was pushed open, and the old man quickly dodged in. This movement was as smooth as if he had been raped countless times.

Old Deng Hongliang's sonorous voice sounded next to his ears: "The flames are blazing!"

Then there was Quirrell's exasperated voice: "Armor protection."

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While eating the watermelon, Harry thought: How old is he? It's like fighting with kindergarten children. He has to call out the name of every move before he will make a move. He's not a saint.

If I were Lao Deng, I would just flash invisibly, stick to my face, hand over a wave of black magic, and then kill and harvest the remaining blood, so there would be no chance for Voldemort to wave.

The magic broke out again and again in the room, Dumbledore was still full of energy, and Quirrell's voice gradually weakened.

After all, the Holy Ruins of Quilo - because of Voldemort.

Harry stretched out his head and looked inside, just in time to see Quirrell was hit by a blue light and fell to the ground, life or death unknown.

Voldemort charged from him, a thin puff of black smoke, about to flee.

He turned his head to look at Dumbledore, with hatred in his eyes, as if silently saying: "I will definitely come back."

Dumbledore didn't expect such a change. He cast a spell quickly, and a row of red flames "boomed" around the room, but Voldemort circled around, and any flames that came into contact with the black smoke immediately became smaller, and Voldemort Smiling twice proudly, he rushed to the door.

Dumbledore watched, helpless.

As soon as Voldemort rushed out of the door, he saw a cute and handsome blue boy standing at the door.

It's him!it's him!My enemy who killed me - Harry Potter.

Voldemort hated it very much. If there was no child on that night ten years ago, he would have unified the world long ago.

With hatred in his eyes, he slammed into Harry like crazy.

Don't even think about what you can do.

But Harry looked calm, and when Voldemort was about to rush over his body, Harry seemed to become a luminous body—in Voldemort's eyes.

Luminous particles exploded one by one, and Voldemort was like a moth rushing towards the flames, only to usher in death and annihilation.

He screamed in terror, but it couldn't change anything. The Dark Lord, who ruled wizards with darkness and iron blood for ten years, was no different from a little bastard named Peeves at this moment.

That faint trace of darkness melted into light!

Voldemort, die.

Dumbledore looked at this scene, a little dazed.

What's happening here?

Voldemort dead?

How to kill Voldemort so easily, my God, I'm not ready.

Its inner complexity cannot be expressed in words.

He was also curious about the white light on Harry's body just now, but Harry looked at him with an innocent face, can you pretend to be a little more, just now he was calm, who is showing the frightened expression on his face now, ghost !

Dumbledore decided to tell Harry some stories, about his parents, about the Horcruxes, and he was going to wait a few more years for Harry to grow up.

But he found that Harry seemed to be Voldemort's nemesis, and Voldemort couldn't wait to be resurrected.

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